me, Mavis

I knit. I garden. I co-manage an eclectic shop. I sometimes work in real estate. I sometimes swing a hammer. I always volunteer in my community. I live in an old house with my nice family of one husband and three beastly cats. I have great friends. These are the things that matter to me, Mavis.

Sunday, October 16, 2005

The Marching Band Refused to Yield

Ravens Style! In honor of their 16-3 win over the Cleveland Browns today at home, we will be joining in the purple passion here at me,Mavis. Stazi scored tics from a season ticket holder at her Stuffy Law Firm and invited me to ante up $60 and join in the frenzy with 70,194 other fans. Well, I guess there were a few weasly looking folks dressed in orange and brown included in that number.

It was a perfect day for a football game -- breezy and chilly in the high 60s -- but our seats were in the sunshine. Unlike my last trip to Ravenstown, today we were in the lower seats, which probably saved us from most of the wind gusts. Everyone around us was full of spirit and the win made us even happier.

A funny situation at the start of the game. The Ravens had finished their warm-up and left the field, but the Browns stayed in place to run plays at the goal line. Here comes the Ravens Band! They marched in place there at the corner for a few seconds, beating the drums, etc., but the Browns kept right on. After another few seconds, the Band started marching on at about mid-field. Still, the Browns maintained. Finally, the Band stuck up big time and the members starting streaming on, row after row, weaving inbetween the Browns players still in place. The Browns did yield!

Wacky occurrence. I could here "Bye Bye Miss American Pie" in my head ...
Oh, the players tried to take the field,
the marching band refused to yield

Our Miss Heather

On the way home from the bus lot, I caught Heath on her cell phone. She was out shopping, probably trying to maintain some sense of normalcy as she has tomorrow's surgery looming large. She is to arrive at 5 a.m. for "prep" (whatever the heck that is), and expects her surgery to start at 7 a.m. She thinks I should hear from the hospital by around 11.

She is being so brave and is so generous. I told her that she would have Hens reaching out to her in thought, and that made her cry. After all that she has gone through to reach this point, I was shocked to hear that she has not cried before. She does not regret her decision, but is scared, and rightfully so.

I am just going to remain positive and supportive, and keep my sights on her Welcome Back Hen. We love you, Heath.


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